Dreams of the Past

Tesrostrasz

I hear noises: the sound of metal clinking and wood creaking. Muffled voices speak in Thalassian, a language I can normally understand. Wood seems to impede my hearing. The one thing I can hear is clear as the sky.

Pandaria.

We’re heading for Pandaria.

I try to spread my wings to stretch but strangely they’re not there.

Oh, right, I’m disguised as one of them.

A sudden sway and a heavy crate moves, based on the noise it’s full of Sin’dorei gear. I don’t need armor, I’m not going to fight alongside them. Not in their stupid conflicts.

I finally find clothes that fit and I wear them, hoping to send away that moist cold from every one of my morphed bones. I lay down. I’m cold.

This swaying cradles me, the voices are nearer, I hear someone talk about me. They seem… angry.

I open my eyes and the foreign soil where my feet land makes me want to bless the stability of it. I wasn’t made for boats after all.

“A sword and armor? Please stop, I don’t want to fight. Treason? I’m not even one of you.”